Kate sat on a bench in the square, enjoying her freedom.

Freedom was something that the existence of can never be felt except by a soul who has been imprisoned.

Early in the morning, refusing to go with the driver, Kate walked herself along the coastal avenue to the nearest bus stop. She felt the hard plastic seat of the bus was familiar and comfortable to her.

She went to the supermarket first. Kate had not seen her co-workers for many days, and she missed them. She even ...